A/N: These stories are 100% reader requested, so thanks to everyone on Tumblr who sent me prompts. When I realized I was close to my 100th upload, I wanted to do something special for it. Somehow that ended up being 100 prompt stories. I hope you guys enjoy.

Also a big thanks to Trixxification and Defyingnormalcy for all the help that you both gave me. It's always greatly appreciated.

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Brenda/Sharon/Andy (2) – Amy/Sharon (1) – Sharon/Fritz (2) – Brenda/Andy (2)

Greed – Brenda/Sharon/Andy

"More," Brenda moaned, her back arching.

"That must be your favorite word tonight," Sharon husked in her ear, amused.

"She always wants more." Andy grinned from the other side.

Brenda was shivering; they were torturing her. She needed them to give her more of everything. She turned her head to look at Sharon, pleading with her eyes. Sharon smirked, roughly thrusting her fingers in once. Brenda groaned as she jerked slightly with the force.

"More," she pleaded. "Please." Sharon gave in finally, her fingers rocking inside Brenda, back and forth, making the blonde moan loudly. They had been at this for nearly an hour. The two of them were making this go on for as long as it could as some type of payback. Brenda didn't even remember what she had done.

Brenda felt a warm mouth on her breast, sucking over her nipple. She knew it was him. They had been sleeping together long enough for her to know whose mouth was on her. He ran his teeth over the little bud and she made an odd sound in the back of her throat. She wasn't self-conscious about the sounds she made in bed with them, though. It was all about pleasing each other and enjoying the sex for what it was.

Sharon's other hand moved to her clit, pressing against it harshly. She hummed in her throat, feeling Brenda throb. Her three fingers curved up and she flicked that rough spot deep inside her, making Brenda shake as she pulled on the sheets. The desperation could be heard in the blonde's moans. She wanted so badly to come. She wanted so badly to let go. But it was turning Sharon on to hear Brenda begging her.

Andy's hand replaced his mouth. His touch was rough. He grabbed her breast and squeezed it, two fingers surrounding her sensitive nipple. She turned and looked at him, breathing harshly as the two of them pushed her closer and closer to her breaking point. He grunted as he captured her mouth in a kiss. He nipped at her lip and then sucked it into his mouth. She loved when he kissed her like that. He demanded her mouth, pushed his tongue between her lips, made her desperate for air that she didn't really want because that would mean ending the kiss.

"Jesus," she groaned when the air filled her lungs and she looked into his eyes as he licked his lips.

Sharon replaced the fingers on Brenda's clit with her mouth, sucking and moaning around it. Brenda felt like she was floating in the air, yet stuck to the bed at the same time. She was drenched in sweat, burning everywhere, but somehow she was still cold. She couldn't keep track of everything she was feeling. Sharon sucked and hummed around her clit as Brenda rocked her hips. Her fingers were still deep inside her, but they only brushed over that sensitive pad of flesh every now and then.

"Just like that," Brenda begged. She was so close, so, so close.

And then it happened. Andy started sucking on her neck as he pinched her nipple, adding to the amazing things Sharon was already doing. She could take no more. She screamed out a curse and shuddered, her legs holding Sharon right where she was. Her head moved from side to side, her body unable to stay still as the pleasurable pain of her release moving through her. They made sure they gave her all she could take and then placed random kisses on her body as she came down from her high.

Much later in the night, Andy looked down at Brenda as he pushed into her. "Let me guess, you want more?"

Brenda smiled as she nodded. She always wanted more.

Busted – Brenda/Sharon/Andy

Brenda was just going to drop off something and head home. It was late, she was tired, and there was a bottle of Merlot waiting for her. Sharon's house was right on her way. She also knew the other woman would appreciate receiving the report before the night was over – even if that meant she was showing up at her house uninvited. But when Sharon answered the door, her lipstick a little smudged, her darkened green eyes no longer shielded by eye glasses, and her skin a little flushed, Brenda felt like she was interrupting something.

It wasn't until Sharon was taking the report from her, trying to politely get rid of her, that Brenda understood what she'd just interrupted. Andy Flynn came into view, a guilty look in his eyes and a cocky grin on his mouth. Sharon tried to hide him, leaning against the doorway, but it was too late. When Brenda responded with a knowing smile, a glint in her brown eyes, she was sure that wasn't what Sharon was expecting. But what Sharon didn't know yet was that Brenda's little discovery would benefit all three of them.

By the time Brenda ended up with her hands on either side of Sharon's face, she was sure Sharon was starting to see the benefits to being busted. What Sharon didn't know, though Brenda wasn't that good at hiding it, was that she was attracted to them both. Therefore, what was about to happen was something that Brenda not only wanted, but needed. And by that deep, sexy moan that formed in Sharon's throat at the feel of Brenda's tongue parting her lips, Sharon wanted it as well. Brenda smiled against Sharon's mouth and let the other woman turn so she was against the wall, Sharon taking control as her hand started unbuttoning Brenda's cardigan.

Brenda had planned on going home where she could complain to her husband about the horrible day she had, but having Sharon's talented mouth kissing down her throat, over her clavicle and down her chest, was much better. She tilted her head back and moaned, her eyes opening as she met Andy's intense gaze. She couldn't do anything other than look at him as she moaned softly, letting Sharon sink to her knees in front of her as she lifted her shirt and kissed over her tight stomach.

Everything felt good. Her knees were going weak, her blood was rushing, and Sharon's mouth and hands were everywhere at once. Andy soon came closer to them, sitting on the armchair. But he didn't do anything other than watch. She wanted him to join them, but that look in his eyes – like he was watching the sexiest thing he'd ever seen – it made her want him to just sit down on that chair and watch. Apparently that was what Sharon wanted as well; she'd already started working Brenda's skirt up her hips, her mouth kissing her thighs, nipping and licking as her warm breath washed over the skin she was wetting.

Brenda's chest was rising and falling quickly, her back arching so her hips pushed out, and her hands were wrapped in impossibly soft hair. She looked down at Sharon, deep into her lustfully darkened eyes. Sharon looked like she was about to devour her. God, she wanted nothing more. Sharon wasn't shy about what she wanted. She didn't tease her. She pulled the last barrier down, making her shiver as the cool air hit her exposed mound. And then the flat of her tongue smoothed over her heated center as Sharon's nails dug into her spread thighs.

Brenda's knees buckled and she braced herself, licking her lips as she watched that incredibly attractive smirk form on Sharon's mouth before her tongue slipped out to run against her folds. Brenda bit her lip and groaned, completely at Sharon's will. She leaned her head back and lifted her leg as Sharon pulled it to rest on her shoulder. Her eyes found Andy; he was visibly straining in his pants and she could tell he wanted so badly to be touching himself. But he didn't. He watched and waited.

Brenda couldn't care less what he was doing because Sharon's tongue was circling her clit, teasing the tip. Every slow movement of Sharon's wet tongue made her a little weaker, a little needier. She was rocking slightly, pushing her center against the woman's mouth as she urged her to give her more. And she did. She nibbled and licked, moaned against her as she sucked; she had Brenda gasping sooner than either had expected.

The feeling of two fingers sliding into her was a surprise, but she welcomed it enthusiastically. She canted her hips forward, clamped down on those fingers, and let Sharon fuck her. Brenda wasn't ready for it to be over; she was enjoying the glorious feelings coursing through her body, but her climax was nearing and Sharon wasn't letting up. She sucked harder, her nails sticking in her thigh as her other hand worked faster, fingers curving up.

Brenda was seeing colors behind her eyes within seconds. She moaned loudly, eyes shut, hand wrapped in Sharon's hair as she pulled her closer. She came hard against her, shuddering and falling apart. Sharon didn't stop until she could take no more for the moment, pulling back, letting her leg back down.

The next thing Brenda remembered was Sharon being pulled up by Andy, his lips finding hers. He moaned at the taste of Brenda and the way Sharon was touching him. Brenda ended up sitting in the arm armchair as Sharon and Andy moved to the sofa. What she had interrupted earlier was starting to happen right before her, and Brenda was glad to be there to watch and hopefully participate.

How Amy Got the Job – Amy/Sharon

"Sykes," Provenza started. "What are you doing here?"

"Captain Raydor requested my transfer to Major Crimes," the cheerful woman said through a smile.

"I hear you have an opening in Major Crimes," Amy said as she looked at Sharon with eager, bright eyes as they stood side by side in the elevator at the end of Sharon's first day as the Captain of Major Crimes.

Sharon smiled lightly, lifting an eyebrow. "Yes, that is correct," she answered before taking a pause, looking into hopeful eyes. "Are you interested in transferring from SID, Detective?"

Amy nodded enthusiastically as the elevator door opened to the floor they were getting off on. Amy let the captain go first and followed her. "I think I could be a great asset to the team."

Sharon was amused and showed it with a smile as she walked towards her car. "Major Crimes could use someone who follows procedure," she threw over her shoulder, remembering their conversation from earlier.

Amy laughed a little. "So...?"

"So," Sharon echoed, reaching her car. She unlocked it and put her bag in, turning around to face the other woman, her hand resting on her car door. "It's getting late, Detective, and I..."

Amy saw in Sharon's face that she wasn't about to give her the answer she wanted and decided that it was time to try a different idea. "Are you in a rush to get home? Maybe we could talk about this over, uh, dinner?"

Sharon narrowed her eyes for a moment, but a soft smile made Amy's fast beating heart calm down, no longer worried about overstepping. "Detective- Amy..."

Amy put her hand on top of Sharon's, only long enough to feel the warmth of her hand. "Something quick. I'd like the opportunity to convince you why you should consider me for the position."

"All right," Sharon agreed.

"Looks like I'll be sitting here next to you," she said to Provenza.

Provenza couldn't believe it. "What was it you said? Oh, yeah. Oh, that Captain Raydor and her crazy ideas. You are the biggest two-faced ass-kisser I have ever met."

"I'm sorry we couldn't get a table, but I'm pretty good in the kitchen," Amy told Sharon as they walked into her modestly sized apartment.

Sharon had agreed to come back with the detective after the younger woman persuaded her. As Amy was cooking a quick stir-fry, Sharon enjoyed a glass of wine and listened to the woman try to convince her. Amy had a beautiful bright smile, and by the way the captain's eyes twinkled a little when Amy looked at her, she could tell it was working its charm. Conversation moved from Amy's career to the captain's. Amy was always good at telling when people just needed someone to listen to them. She rather liked listening to Sharon as she told her about various things.

Amy wasn't sure how it happened, or if she should really question it, but her lips found Sharon's and her hand landed on Sharon's hip. The captain didn't fight the kiss, but she also didn't respond right away. Amy almost pulled away, mentally cursing herself, but Sharon pulled her closer, humming into the kiss.

Not much more than a kiss happened. Amy's hands ended up on Sharon's breasts and ass through her dress, making the captain moan into her mouth as she melted a little. Sharon was the one to pull away, apologizing as if it was her that had initiated the kiss. Amy only smiled, standing up to clear the table.

At the door, Sharon turned to Amy. "Come to my office tomorrow to speak to me about the transfer," she said. "And, about..."

"Don't worry about it. That was my fault. I overstepped."

"I would also like to point out that this opportunity isn't a result of..."

"Of course," she interrupted. She'd already known that. "Goodnight, Captain."

Sharon gave her a half-smile. "Detective."

Amy leaned in as if telling Provenza a secret. "It's gotten me this far," she responded. And it had.

He Could, But Then He Can't – Sharon/Fritz

Brenda Leigh was still in Atlanta, he was working with Sharon again; and it was getting harder and harder not to notice those long, lean legs. There was a feminine swing to her hips when she walked that wasn't dramatic. It was just enough to make it clear she had complete control of her hips. When she bent over the desk a little, hands bracing her, it was hard not to think about what it would be like to get behind her, place his hands on her hips and give her what her position seemed to indicate to him that she wanted.

Brenda Leigh was still in Atlanta, he was working with Sharon again, and it was hard not to notice her lips as they moved around every precisely pronounced word. It was hard to resist an urge when you thought there was a possibility you wouldn't get in trouble for doing it. When you looked into green eyes and knew the person could keep a secret, it could make it easier for you to want to see how far things could go.

Brenda Leigh was still in Atlanta, he was working with Sharon again, but he realized that Sharon wouldn't go for any of it. There was also a look in those same green eyes that told him she was an honest woman. He watched her protectiveness and knew she would never be involved in him cheating on his wife; she had too much of a heart and respect for herself, and most likely him and Brenda as well. So not making that mistake in leaning in was easy when you knew you'd probably end up getting smacked in the face because of it. He was tempted, but then he knew better. So he knew he never would give in to the temptation – no matter how badly he wanted to.

Destroyed Clothing – Sharon/Fritz

He left her office without a word. They didn't need to say anything. They both knew what that was and wasn't. It was rough sex and desperation as they both tried to get over how much they were missing Brenda. It was not about pleasing each other or small talk, goodbyes or any words other than the few they murmured as they fucked each other.

Brenda was still in Atlanta. Brenda was still dealing with things that she wouldn't let either of them help her with. Brenda was shutting them both out, and Brenda had told Sharon that what had happened between them was a mistake – in more or less words. And if her husband couldn't bring her back, Sharon was sure she couldn't do it either. So when Fritz came to her, admitting that he knew about her and Brenda, she didn't know what to expect. She most certainly didn't expect it to lead to him pushing her against the desk that used to belong to his wife as his hand slid up her stomach to grasp her breast roughly. That didn't mean she didn't like it.

Sharon went to pull her panties back up from where they still hung on one ankle, but she noticed the rip and ended up just taking them off. When she was putting her pants on she noticed the button had been yanked so hard that it was close to falling off. She sighed and murmured under her breath when she ran her hand over her shirt and her finger touched bare skin that should have been covered by the shirt she was wearing. Her blazer covered up the hole, but still, when she went home later she knew she would see the hole and would be reminded of what happened.

But those ripped clothes didn't really compare to the pain she begged him to cause to her body. And the pain he caused to her body didn't compare to the pain his wife had caused to her heart. There was just no winning.

Out of Time – Brenda/Andy

Ten minutes.

Andy wraps his hand in Brenda's long curls as she wraps her leg around his waist. The kiss is as rushed as the thoughts moving through his mind. As her wet lips slide against his own, her soft tongue touches his, he's trying not to think too much about all of this.

Nine minutes.

She doesn't break the kiss as she finds his hand and brings it between her legs. He's not surprised to find that she's wet and hot; he's been able to see that needy look in her brown eyes the entire day. He should have known she still had no self-control.

Eight minutes.

She moans into his mouth as he twists two fingers in her, stretching her around them. She's desperate as she rocks her hips, demanding more as she always does. He gives it to her, unable to deny her what she wants – after all, it's what he wants as well.

Seven minutes.

"Andy," she moans, head tilting back, hitting the wall. She looks into his eyes, a shimmer he only sees when she's with him. For a moment he forgets how wrong this is, how he's doing exactly what he said he wasn't going to do anymore. He forgets that she's married to another man. The last part is easy because he knows she doesn't love Fritz the way she loves him.

Six minutes.

He moves his mouth to her creamy neck, licking the length of it as his fingers push in faster, harder. His other hand caresses her thigh, coming to her ass and squeezing. Her moan vibrates through him, making him groan against her.

Five minutes.

His thumb pushes against her clit, knowing just how she needs it. Her breath is coming out faster, harsher.

Four minutes.

"Andy, please," she whispers, looking down at him. Why'd she have to say please? She knows his weakness for her, and he's sure she's using it to get just what she wants. Crazy thing is, Andy doesn't even think he minds.

Three minutes.

Her walls clamp around his fingers as he rocks into her with three fingers, caressing her velvety flesh. He flicks the sensitive spot deep inside her and keeps his eyes on hers, watching her skin flush as she bites into her lip so she doesn't get too loud. They can't get caught, especially like this.

Two minutes.

She's so close after only so little. He knows only he can get her to this high so fast. He knows that only he can manipulate her body so perfectly that she falls apart like this within moments. At least that's what she tells him.

One minute.

She shudders and lets out a shrieking moan that he's unable to quiet fast enough. As he kisses her, he milks out her orgasm, feeling her tense muscles around him as she follows a spiral of ecstasy.

Out of time.

Andy wakes up in his bed, alone, the alarm clock blaring and he realizes he's had another one of those dreams. She's not there, they're not up against a wall at work, and she's not going back on their agreement to stop their affair. He's out of time, and the sad part is, he can't come to grips with it.

In the Storm – Brenda/Andy

It was all falling apart around her. Everything was crumbling. One problem after the other. Just when all the legality issues settled, things with Goldman finally coming to an end, everything else started to create problems for her. It seemed like a cycle that would go on and on forever.

Andy was there for her the entire time. Silent gestures is all it really was. He would stand at her office door, looking at her for a moment longer than he needed to. Sometimes she would find coffee on her desk, and without even seeing who put it there she would know it was from him. The things he would do for her were the only constants in the hell that was surrounding her. Everything was changing, but she always knew she could count on him.

Perhaps that was what led her to him. She was outside of his door, not exactly sure what to say when Andy opened the door. She knew by the look in his eyes that she didn't need to say anything. He let her in. There was no 'hello', 'what are you doing here?', or anything else. He simply walked her into the house, bringing her to the sofa. He knew what she needed and gave it to her.

That night she realized something: With him was the only safe place to be during the storm.